The First Taste (Slip of the Tongue #2) - Jessica Hawkins Page 0,31
earned a bonus.”
He sits up suddenly, flips me onto my back, and cages me with his big body. “Game over. I’m not your employee. There can only be one real boss—”
“But—”
“And that’s me.” He captures my wrists and raises them over my head, pinning them to the mattress.
“Wait.” I struggle to free my hands, but his grip is firm. “I don’t like to be tied up.”
“I didn’t think you would.” He doesn’t budge. “I like you at my mercy, though.”
We stare each other down. He sets his jaw with determination. He hasn’t given me any reason not to trust him, but with the sudden racing of my heart, I know I don’t.
“I could own you right now, Amelia. But not if you don’t submit, at least a little.”
I swallow. After the pleasure he’s already given me, to be owned by Andrew sounds exquisite, but I won’t be able to submit if I can’t relax. “Stop.” I don’t feel good about testing him. I need to know he isn’t carried away, though. “Let go.”
He releases my wrists. “I wouldn’t fuck you like that unless you asked me to.”
I shake my head a little. “I won’t.”
“Okay, but . . . what’ll I do with you instead?”
I squirm on the mattress. “Fuck me.”
“Yes. But how?” He looks down my body, lingering on my breasts, licking his lips. “Slow? Fast? On your hands and knees? In the ass?”
My mouth drops open. “My ass? You’ve lost it if you think I’ll agree to that.”
He suppresses a smile, then drops his hips between my legs. “I think right here will be fine,” he murmurs, gliding his shaft along my clit.
I lose my breath. I want him back inside me, and I don’t care who’s in charge.
“What do you think?” he asks.
“Yes, fine.” My body flushes, craving him as he teases my slit.
“Yes, fine, what? You want me to take you like this?”
“Andrew,” I demand. I grab a fistful of his hair. “Stop teasing me.”
“Tell me you need it. I want to hear the desperation in your voice.”
I grit my teeth, bite my lip, inhale through my nose. If I don’t give in, he’ll keep this up. I know he will, because I would if I wanted control more than I wanted to come. I don’t. I just want release. “I need it,” I say huskily. “Please, Andrew.”
He lines his cock up against my opening and buries his face in my neck. “Good girl,” he whispers and plunges inside me.
I gasp, overcome by how good he feels, how eager he is. His fingers tangle in my hair.
“God, this is heaven,” he breathes onto my neck. “Tight, hot heaven.”
I recover from my state of shock and meet his thrusts, taking all of him as deep as I can, moaning as he hits me the right way with each shove of his hips.
“Christ,” he bites out near my ear. “I’m going to come. So are you. I feel it.” He lifts up, propping himself on his hands. I wrap my legs around his waist right before he rears back and slams into me. I grab onto his unforgiving biceps as he fucks his way to the finish line. All his muscles work together, and the anguish on his face turns me to putty. I dissolve into my orgasm like butter on hot toast, like how I imagine it’d feel to have my soul drift from my body. I barely register Andrew coming along with me, even though he growls loudly enough to wake my neighbors.
Andrew’s big, sweaty, spent body pins me to the mattress. I don’t move as we each catch our breath. As distant as I’d like to remain, I have the urge to touch his back, guide him down from his climax. I know better, though. This, in the moments when endorphins are flowing and everything feels good, is when bonds are formed, and neither of us can afford to take that chance.
Heavy on top of me, he heaves a sigh. “You kill me,” he says. “You literally fucking kill me.”
I smile up at the ceiling and give in. I put my hand on the back of his shoulder.
“Mmm,” he moans right away. “That feels good.”
I massage him a little. “How’s this?”
“Perfect. Never stop.” He nuzzles my neck. “I’m crushing you.”
“No. I mean yes, but I don’t mind.”
“Good. I don’t think I can move. I might fall asleep here.”
I don’t want him to move. I’m sleepy. Sated. It’s been years since I’ve felt this comfortable. I’ve never